Forever 33 - Ceschi

On the road again

Here’s an obligatory reference to Kerouac

He was eating apple pie in a diner

I’m sneezing, sleeping on a rug with cats

Still trying to convince myself that exposure will fend away life long allergies

While waking puffy-eyed as a boxer every other day of the week

These songs are spare change signs

Under rain

Dripping and smudged

Near the freeway entrance

New Haven Connecticut I — 91

I’ve gone on a mission

From a vicious dickhead God

Who loves to torture for fun

And I’ll die trying to please him

This tour will never be done

I’ve gone from point A to point Z

From Salt Lake to Dead Sea

And I’ve lost faith in humanity

Though I badly want to believe

While conscious rappers sample «I have a dream»

I’ll discuss life with Latin Kings

Wondering what freedom means

In a cell with junkies detoxing

I could really give a shit about a critical opinion

If a CEO can make billions

Then the world we know is filth ridden

Some of us rock shows to make a living

Some of us rock coke to feed our children

Some of us flat broke

And we all know that the fast food dough won’t cover 4 kids' clothes

Back on the road

Parole let me leave for a week

Out of prison but I still can’t believe that they locked me for weed

Kingpin to the CTPD

Cause a rat told them that it was all meant for me

If Factor can finish this beat

Then the album is close to complete

Forever 33

Christ-nice like Ornery

Fake Four till I stop breathing

Peace